Batwoman had speculated about dimensions before, but he now realized this was clearly an endless subject. There might be dimensions beyond the tenth, but that had nothing to do with the current situation.
He wisely ended the topic. At the same time, he raised his assessment of Otherworld Deathstroke's intelligence-gathering abilities to the highest level. He knew too much, and that was very dangerous.
But Earth needed every bit of strength it could get right now. This was not the time for conversation.
"You need to let me get close to the Hellbat Armor. Then I'll use the backdoor I left in its operating system to overwrite its command program and make it dismantle itself."
Batwoman pointed toward the battlefield. Calling it a battlefield was generous—Hellbat Armor was merely standing there while that skinless monster crawled all over it like a monkey, launching all sorts of lewd attacks.
Even Batwoman, who had seen it all in Gotham, found the freak's movements painful to watch.
Logically speaking, Gotham had no shortage of lunatics uglier than this monster, more despicable in behavior, and even more long-winded.
But there was a strange harmony to this skinless monster, as though those traits had been perfectly combined.
If he had to use one word to describe it, it would be sleazy. Extremely sleazy.
Su Ming raised a hand and made an inviting gesture. "I don't know what happened, but The Batman Who Laughs has powered down. Go over there and touch the armor yourself."
"...Could you make your monkey stay away from me?"
Batwoman still voiced his request. A smart man like Deathstroke could not possibly fail to understand what he meant, yet he insisted on making him say it aloud.
That guy's twisted sense of humor was truly irritating.
A snort of laughter came